“R.A. The Rugged Man is not a nice guy,” goes the song. Well, he is if you want to shift out some crap from your lean-to or the crawl-space in your 2 up-2 down, it turns out. We’ve dealt with R.A . a lot over the years. Dammit, we even let him sleep in our bath once. And we’ve spoken to his Dad on the phone. Which is why we know this is a good solid family firm that won’t let you down. Okay, you might think he should be able to spell ‘dismantal’ correctly, but the day we start hiring blue collar workers on the way they parse grammar, we’re going to hell in a hooptie. R.A. and Son (we don’t know which New Jersey baby mama shat that kid out) will empty that attic until their fuckin’ heart stops. If you hear a midnight thud, that’s them diligently getting rid of your worthless Clone Wars toy collection. They come with good references – they’ve served over 50,000 heads. And anyway, even if you don’t hire them, at least you’ve learned from the ad that R.A.’s real name is Roy.